The NC Fair and A Proposed New Motto

I had the privilege of attending the N.C. State Fair yesterday with another lovely homeschool family. It was can day, meaning you could give away canned food instead of paying admission, so the grounds were rather extremely crowded. Despite the people pushing and food squashing madness – we all had a great time. 
One of our highlights was the Pig Racing show. Nascar themed pigs, goats, baby pigs, and ducks all mosied, galloped, and waddled around the track. It was rather worth the 30 minute wait. 
(Side Note: While we were waiting I happened to sit next to a young girl who continously complained to her mommy about why she didn’t want to be there. 
“You should have gone with your father!”, the exasperated mother declared.
The girl had options. She chose the pig race. She was still complaining.
“Well, daddy wasn’t going to GIVE ME ANYTHING!”
Wow child. Your parents took you to the fair for pete sake. It took every ounce of self control in my being to resist dumping the water bottle I was drinking right over her entitled little head. I’m evil, I know. And I don’t like complainers.)
Lil Man and his buddy were inspired by the lego creations. Perhaps they can whip something up for next year’s competition. Personally, I quite enjoyed drooling over all the baked goods. 

Oh and the fried goodies. Where do I begin. I saw everything from classic funnel cakes, fried oreos, and fried pickles to the most decadent delights imaginiable. 

Just a sampler:

Deep Fried
Mac and cheese,
peanut butter and jelly sandwhich,
pecan pie,
pumpkin pie,
kool aid,
girl scout cookies,
twix and snicker bars,
chocolate chip cookies,
red velvet cake,
reeses wrapped in bacon.

And in case you hadn’t had quite enough grease, they were also conveniently stocked with grilled corn drizzled in butter and KrispyKreme burgers. Yes, that is exactly what you are imagining. A cheesburger between two KrispyKreme glazed doughnuts.

In the name of surviving my 30th birthday, I tried to restrict the grease a bit. Still, there were the smells. Oh the smells! What a feast for my nose! 
I did get to try a bite of Lil Man’s deep fried girl scout cookies. It sure didn’t taste anything like a samoa, but it tasted deep fried and that’s, you know, almost as good. 
Forget the Tar Heels, I’m pretty sure our state motto should be “if it exists, let’s deep fry it.”

If there is one thing I’ve learned from growing up with seven siblings it’s this: if you wait until you are doing exactly what you want to be doing and refuse to be happy until then, you will be miserable atleast 6/7ths of the time. 
Sure, I didn’t get to do all the things I wanted. Sure, we spent most of the time in areas of the fair I wouldn’t have personally chosen. Yet we were with lovely people. The sky was blue. And by deciding to be happy, I ended up thoroughly enjoying each moment. 

Us with our turkey leg that tasted like ham. Bonus points.

It was a wonderful day.

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

3 thoughts on “The NC Fair and A Proposed New Motto”

  1. Oh my goodness, I didn't know you could deep fry all those things! And a cheeseburger between two doughnuts?! What?! =) It looks like you had a lovely time!! You're so right…we all need to decide to be happy, even if things aren't exactly the way we want them. =)


  2. Okay, you made me seriously hungry. SERIOUSLY HUNGRY. I haven't been to a fair/fete/show in yeeeears. Crowds + me = not much fun. But I do like the experience (and food) of these sorts of things! Complaining people drive me nuts too. I had 5 other siblings and…we just didn't GET to complain. And I'm so glad I was brought up that way, because GAH. There is nothing more bratty than a whingeing child. *ahem* 😉 Glad you had a fun time!!


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